the whimsical adventures of an author

The Gift of Words

My prayer journal is often in use early in the morning as my heart gets transferred to paper in a very vulnerable and scary fashion. Thoughts make more sense, my confusion is at least understandable and my thankfulness takes on an expanding cloak when the words are written down.

Mid morning generally finds me sitting at my computer, pondering over what subject to blog about. I glance at my recent posts, making sure I’m not being too redundant since often I have the same thoughts swirling in my head from day to day.

It’s not uncommon for me to pull out my phone and write myself a little note or jot down an email as I’m walking, cooking, cleaning, doing laundry or any other activity that makes up my normal day-to-day existence.

There are some days when I look forward to the evening because I know I can pull out my stationary and fill it with the thoughts that are running around in my head and connect with special friends at the same time. I don’t send nearly as much snail-mail as I would like to, but when I do, it’s a significant little piece of my life traveling through the postal system.

A lot of my nights are spent staying up way later than necessary because the story line I’ve been working is finally coming together and I’m finding way too much enjoyment in my writing to stop for a trivial little thing like sleep.

Words hold special meaning to me. I’ve been told before that asking questions is my hobby. I use words to get to know someone and to let other people get to know me. I use words to understand myself better. I use words to share my ideas with the world. I use words as tools.

Proverbs 18:21 tells us that death and life are in the power of the tongue. I want to make sure I use my words to give life, to build people up and not tear people down. I love the thought of being able to change the way someone views themselves by speaking words of encouragement and truth to them.